Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Limping

Limping crawling shag knees
and burning holes
Eyes lifting
Idol worship denied though your hands grope for it
Aerobic snatch at air in the dark shaking out a cramp
All your fears are lies
Told to get out of class early
Distract and slam the door on the tears you sold behind the screen, the pleas
Don’t leave me she sobbed smothering. Take me back
The back seat, the park, dew on the grass
Hot sighs steaming windows
Curtains of faded gold, cat’s claws
Sheer fabric black and coarse and desperate underneath. Twist the knob
Slide the lock biting fighting hiding voice of hate a shrinking hem
Best I’ve ever had
Daylight bed and stained shame
The letter
(hah) volatile
Pinned painted sky blue.
Eyes probe on us. Crowded corralled steers driving flesh around endless ending. Comprehending.

2 Comments:

At 3:09 PM, Blogger Dr. Pauly said...

(stands up and claps)

 
At 5:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poems are for fags.

Dave Jackson

 

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